October 11, 2012

 

 

Sitting them all in front of needle-less

sewing machines

is enough to make anyone think they are

losing the plot?

 

 

 

 

They just did it, and did it,

and did it some more,

til it ran it’s course –

both knowing the score.

 

 

 

 

The sequel is rarely comparable

to it’s original runaway success.

The day’s first cuppa, so drinkable,

whilst the second, not as good, I confess.

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the first flush of romance is over

and a platonic friendship ensues,

it’s often more powerful and stronger,

as to each other, for life, they fuse.

 

 

 

 

In our midst there are many in trouble,

disguising their sorrow in various ways.

Against the backdrop of day to day living

lies a rawness that lost love betrays.

 

 

 

 

 

The hostility of gnashing fangs,

as on a thread, their romance hangs.

 

 

October 7, 2012

 

 

The smiling mackerel sky

is telling us that tomorrow

will be fine, and we should

rest easily in our bed, after

partaking of very fine wine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A hard nut to crack,

he came across as brisk and cold,

but beneath his organised exterior,

lay a harrowing story untold.

 

 

 

 

 

One recalls

word for word

moments of tenderness

softly purred.

 

 

 

 

 

The trouble with shooting from the heart

is that the chambers only one way dart,

and once the roller coaster starts,

the exposed rawness, to all, one imparts.

 

 

 

 

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